Lone Star Mountain Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

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Like most, the child seemed suddenly aware and a bit frightened by the aspect of having been found on her own, out in the wilderness with a stranger. And she was also quite used to getting frightened looks simply based on the fact that her face was marked with scars that were too obvious to have been unintentional. Still, she remained calm and offered the girl a faint smile, her tail waving gently from side to side so she might feel that Sibyl meant no harm. 

She looked over her shoulder when a shadow trailed closer and closer, with a questioning, curious gaze that reminded her of glacier waters. Assuming she was there to slake her thirst, Sibyl gave her a nod, allowing her to draw closer so long as her posture remained benign. She turned her attention back to the child, as she set her herbs down on the ground. Wet your mouth! her brain reminded her, and she moved forward a few steps to drink from the cool waters, carefully allowing some of the water to simply wash along her tongue and gums, rather than sipping it all back. She needed to get some of the traces of herbs out of her mouth. 

She would brush her muzzle against her pale shoulder briefly before she nudged a few of the herbs aside, choosing one in particular that had a small but pretty flower to it- and she carefully set it nearer to the young one. "A flower, for the pretty girl," She offered.